Some Insanity Part II...
The nearly impossible has happened. Yesterday evening, I left the library with non-fiction books. Not one, but TWO. Truth be told, I am not particularly fond of non-fiction books and am certainly not an avid reader of them; therein the amazement lies. And to have borrowed them without obligations of any to matters pertaining to my acadamics as well. Haha, all right, but I must confess, these two books talk of the one subject that has staked a permenant claim in my heart: the Violin.
Music, the one thing that has never ceased to amaze me, to steal my breath away and to make my heart quicken in pulse. The lively tinker of a piano; the rich, mellow tones of a violin; the clear crisp sound of a flute. One cannot help but be swept cleanly away by the waves of emotions that stems from the very heart of music.
I was unable to sleep last night. I lay upon my bed and stared blankly at the ceiling, notes from Canon in D running through my mind. The two non-fiction books on the violin lay beside me, stacked neatly at the corner of my bed: Stradivari's Genius and The Violin Explained. For reasons unbeknownst to me, sleep eludes me. Frustration grew as the hour grew late. Each minute seemed like hours as I tossed and turned, flicked the lights on and off, still widely awake, no matter what. My thoughts kept wandering to music and my violin, affectionately named Amber, for its bright wood (I am, however, in the consideration of changing this name). Of course, eventually I fell into slumber at the most unearthly hour of 5am in the morning, and of which I had to arise at 8am to prepare for school.
I am in search of a new shoulder rest, preferably FOM (as recommanded by Marcus). Should anybody know of anywhere that sells FOM shoulder rests at a reasonable price, do inform me. Thanks.
To all cello lovers, I implore you to listen to Julian Lloyd Webber. Honestly, the Lloyd Webber brothers may be the death of me someday. Never again will I hear music like that from the Phantom of the Opera, composed by Andrew Lloyd Webber. Time and time again, its music never fails to blow me clear off my feet. And Julian Lloyd Webber is simply divine on his cello. Had I been built bigger in stature, I shall certainly attempt to play the cello in the Chinese Orchestra. But alas, fate has it otherwise. Haha.
The nearly impossible has happened. Yesterday evening, I left the library with non-fiction books. Not one, but TWO. Truth be told, I am not particularly fond of non-fiction books and am certainly not an avid reader of them; therein the amazement lies. And to have borrowed them without obligations of any to matters pertaining to my acadamics as well. Haha, all right, but I must confess, these two books talk of the one subject that has staked a permenant claim in my heart: the Violin.
Music, the one thing that has never ceased to amaze me, to steal my breath away and to make my heart quicken in pulse. The lively tinker of a piano; the rich, mellow tones of a violin; the clear crisp sound of a flute. One cannot help but be swept cleanly away by the waves of emotions that stems from the very heart of music.
I was unable to sleep last night. I lay upon my bed and stared blankly at the ceiling, notes from Canon in D running through my mind. The two non-fiction books on the violin lay beside me, stacked neatly at the corner of my bed: Stradivari's Genius and The Violin Explained. For reasons unbeknownst to me, sleep eludes me. Frustration grew as the hour grew late. Each minute seemed like hours as I tossed and turned, flicked the lights on and off, still widely awake, no matter what. My thoughts kept wandering to music and my violin, affectionately named Amber, for its bright wood (I am, however, in the consideration of changing this name). Of course, eventually I fell into slumber at the most unearthly hour of 5am in the morning, and of which I had to arise at 8am to prepare for school.
I am in search of a new shoulder rest, preferably FOM (as recommanded by Marcus). Should anybody know of anywhere that sells FOM shoulder rests at a reasonable price, do inform me. Thanks.
To all cello lovers, I implore you to listen to Julian Lloyd Webber. Honestly, the Lloyd Webber brothers may be the death of me someday. Never again will I hear music like that from the Phantom of the Opera, composed by Andrew Lloyd Webber. Time and time again, its music never fails to blow me clear off my feet. And Julian Lloyd Webber is simply divine on his cello. Had I been built bigger in stature, I shall certainly attempt to play the cello in the Chinese Orchestra. But alas, fate has it otherwise. Haha.
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